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"i know you have no woman because you are here. no female scent is upon you, faust," silvertongue murmured, calling to bear all the information her eyes had given. "you remain with me, and you allow me to wear furs as if i am one of darukaal." the glassblue gaze was searching in gentle challenge of her own. "if she was here, we already would have spoken." yes; she had learned much in the charge of jawahir and ramesses. silvertongue pulled away, not translating; her mien had not changed to one unpleasant, but her face was guarded by a cool smile when she glanced back upon the kaan. "you should entertain yourself. find her, ice man." unless he stopped her, silvertongue meant to pad away, headed vaguely to find akavir, vaguely to be alone in the stone halls of darukaal, if only for a time.